This story is set at the end of 2x10 when Sam and Andy almost kiss but don't. What would of happened if they did kiss? What happens when Sam still leaves on the UC op after a fight with Andy? Involves Sam and Andy writing letters to each other while Sam is under.

Chapter 1

He was screaming out Andy's name, hoping to god that she was alright. Why hadn't she radioed for help? God, if she was hurt.. No. He couldn't think about that right now, he just had to find her.

"Andy?

"Andy?" he yelled over the noise

"Sam!" she yelled back

He realized he had been holding his breath and let out a long sigh, still he couldn't help but notice the relief that washed over him when she yelled out his name. He closed the distance between them and decided that he needs to tell her how he feels. He knows that this isn't exactly perfect timing what with the UC op in 3 weeks but he really just needs to get it off his chest. He can't bear the thought of something happening to her and her not knowing exacly how he feels.

As soon as he gets close he forgets everything he had decided to say. Shit. Instead he gives her a huge smile, dimples and all and he can't help but notice the way her eyes light up slightly when he does this. God, she looks so beautiful.

"I'm okay, I got her out, like, just before it went up." She interrupts his thoughts.

"If I'd known the car was gonna catch on fire..." but he doesn't finish the sentence. What would he have done if he knew it would catch on fire? "You should've radioed" and just after he has said this he realises that he was too far off and wouldn't have been able to help anyway. Still, that wouldn't have stopped him from trying. He notices that his breathing has finally returned to normal and the fear he felt all but ten seconds ago is almost gone.

"You were a mile out and, you know, the car was on fire. I had that whole thing to deal with" she says, trying but failing, to lighten the mood. It's only then that she sees the fear written all over his face and the thought that it may because he was worried about her crept into her mind. No, she told herself. She had been trying all week to keep the thoughts of him and her out of her mind because she knew he probably didn't feel the same way about her as she did about him. All week she had been trying to just focus on the job and get it done but it had been incredibly hard. Whenever she was close to him she could smell him, he smelled exactly like he did the night of the blackout, a mix of sweat and his favorite collogne. Whenever he touched her she couldn't help but remember the way his hands had felt on her body that night, they set fire to her skin, the way his lips felt on hers - soft and delicate yet full of passion and wanting and most of all the way he tasted. God they way he tasted, she would give anything to get that back. All in all this last week had been a hell of a week but she couldn't deny the fact that he had been flirting like mad with her and she couldn't ignore they look in his eyes that she sometimes caught a glimpse of when he let his walls down, a look of lust, love, want, passion and need.

The sirens of another approaching fire engine brought her back to reality. Back to Sam. "But did you get the boy?" she asks.

"They found him, yeah," he replies, with a hint of joy and relief in his voice.

"Good". She says.

He glances away for a brief moment and surveys the scene around him and realizes just how bad things could have been. Thank fuck she was alright. He locks eyes with Andy again and is surprised to see a look of lust and want in her eyes. All this week he has been trying to put his feelings for her in the back of his mind, like she said, he compartmentalizes a lot. But it hadn't been working very well. Thoughts of the blackout creeping back into his mind and the fact that she was undeniably flirting with him wasn't exactly helping either. For some strange reason he feels the need to kiss her. To kiss her like he will never get to again. To convey every thought, feeling and emotion in a single gesture so hopefully she will understand just how much she means to him. Just how much he needs her, like the air he breathes.

He slowly leans towards her and sees her doing the same thing, their eyes never leaving the others. And just like that her lips are on his. It was soft and delicate, like he thought he might break her. As he wraps his arms around her waist to old her tight and deepen the kiss she lets a small moan escape her lips and with that her arms are around his neck pulling him closer. She forgets about where she is and enjoys the feeling of his lips on hers, his tounge demanding acess to her mouth and she gives in with little protest.

He realizes in that instant that if he doesn't stop right now he may actually take her right then and there, wether there were people watching or not. Oliver's wolf whistle brings them out of the makeout session and back down to reality as Andy's face turns a deep crimson red. "About time you two!" Oliver yells out. Sam doesn't let go of her though and they stand there for a few moments in a tight embrace. God, i feel so safe and protected in his arms, Andy thinks to herself.

As they drive home to his apartment in his truck she could cut the sexual tension in the air with a knife. They both knew what was going to happen tonight and Andy had been waiting so long for this moment. Every now and then she would catch Sam stealing glances at her and she could tell that he was nervous. Nervous? Sam Swarek was nervous?

They pulled up to his apartment and Sam reached into the back to grab their bags, he then went round to the other side of his truck and opened the door for Andy while holding out his hand.

"Thank you" she murmured.

The moment they were inside his door she couldn't restrain herself any longer. She grabbed his arm and spun him round and then pressed her lips to his, half asking half telling him what she wanted. He got whats she was saying and he parted his lips so she could explore his mouth with her tongue. He wrapped his hands around her waist and then she was tugging at his clothing, there was too much clothing and she wanted it gone. First came his shirt, then hers. Her fingers then moved to his belt buckle but he pushed her hands away, he looked into her eyes and could see a trace of hurt. He then picked her up in his arms and started walking to his bedroom and she understood what he was saying.

"mmmm Sam" she muttered as he laid her down on the bed, hovering over her, planting butterfly kisses on her collar bone.

She normally liked foreplay but tonight was not the night for that. She needed him and she needed him now!

"Sam, I need.." she was having trouble conveying what she wanted to him. "Now..."

And with that he pushed inside her. He felt so at one with her in the moment, like nothing else mattered and as they moved in sync with each other he began to loose himself in her.

"God you're so beautiful" her murmured in her ear.

He had never quite understood the expression of 'making love', until now. To him it was always just sex, granted it varied with whoever he was sleeping with but in this moment with the women he loved giving herself completely to him he felt complete, they had an unspoken promise and he would do whatever it took to keep that promise.

That night they fell asleep entwined in each others arms, unsure of where one stopped and the other started.

Thanks for reading guys. This is my first ever story so please review and tell me what you think ! Thanks, hope you enjoyed reading it.

Oh and i hope to have then next chapter up within the next week :)